Shoot Outs Out The Lamb - Peezy

I don’t know, man, you know?

Sometimes I be confused, nigga be paranoid, high as fuck

Do not pull up on the side of me, don’t run up on me when I’m in public, nigga

I don’t know what to do

It could be me, it could be you

Could be a lie, it could be true

We ain’t gon' chance it, we just gon' shoot, yeah

Say I don’t know what to do

It could be me, it could be you, yeah

Could be a lie, it could be true, yeah

But we too paranoid, we just gon' shoot, nigga, yeah

Paranoid, clutchin' on that chopper pullin' out the office

Wham, bam, hangin' out that window, locked in on his target

Shootouts out the Lam' truck, we gon' make it home regardless

I don’t want my bitch around this shit, but she with me regardless

I ain’t got no conscience, bitch with me, she topless

She just love the vibes, call me Big Papi

Wavy just like Babyface, jacket made by Prada

Prada shades dark, police ask, I ain’t see nada, nigga

Please don’t be a menace, boy, do we have a problem?

When that Draco hit, that bitch sound like a rocket launcher

I got all these watches, but I still can’t find an hour

To have a conversation if it ain’t about no dollars, nigga

I don’t know what to do

It could be me, it could be you

Could be a lie, it could be true

We ain’t gon' chance it, we just gon' shoot, yeah

Say I don’t know what to do

It could be me, it could be you, yeah

Could be a lie, it could be true, yeah

But we too paranoid, we just gon' shoot, nigga, yeah

I do this for the family

I ain’t got all the answers, but I’ma make it happen

Trapped in small towns, never thought we’d make it rappin'

Paid twenty-two for 'em, you can give me twenty-seven

This my life for real

What you paid for your chain? That ain’t my son diaper bill

I’m rich in real life, soon as I get off the site

She gon' fuck me and put me to sleep when she get off of work

I’ma pay her rent up for two months and ain’t gon' call no more

I swear you can call me anything, but you can’t call me broke

I don’t fuck with niggas, please don’t call me twin or call me bro

I got Dracos on the Sprinter when I pull off from the show

And we gon' blow it out this bitch to make it home 'cause I don’t know, yeah

I don’t know what to do

It could be me, it could be you

Could be a lie, it could be true

We ain’t gon' chance it, we just gon' shoot, yeah

Say I don’t know what to do

It could be me, it could be you, yeah

Could be a lie, it could be true, yeah

But we too paranoid, we just gon' shoot, nigga, yeah